Originally I created this blog in WordPress as opposed to Blogger because I was under the assumption that WordPress was more creative- allowed for more freedom regarding design and whatnot. This might be true– if you remember CSS from your HTML class you took in 2006…..which I do not. I hated the CSS portion of the class. Granted cascading style sheets were created to make life easier for people but for some reason- the gobbledy gook just stressed me out and I allowed that nonsense to go in one ear and out the other.
So for the time being, I switched the theme to a more GREEN one…which is hopefully easier on the eyes as well. I’ve also made an attempt to list the blog with BlogHer, which is a great way to find funny blogs to read by women all over.
This morning G was really sweet- knowing that I hate thunderstorms, upon hearing them mid-REM cycle this morning I try to turn towards him to snuggle closer. He knows that I get all jumpy when there’s thunder and lightning. However, being jumpy while being this pregnant is difficult. Switching comfortable positions is also difficult. He sweetly hoisted me towards him to hug for the last 20 or so minutes we had in bed. Of course, all of this back and forthing and movement woke up the little one in my belly, who was perfectly comfortable in my stomach before I’d switched positions. He kicked for a few minutes to let me know he wasn’t happy with the abrupt wake up/shake around and eventually settled down…right before my alarm went off.
Then after showering and eating a bowl of cereal while wearing the incredible shrinking bath towel on the living room couch (I need to invest in a summer bathrobe), I headed upstairs. It’s Friday which means “jeans day” where I work- which used to be a lot of fun and now just means…are we going to try to do jeans today? Or just give up and sport another mumu???
I opted for the jean capris. While I teetered into them without completely falling over, I said aloud to G in the other room (also getting dressed for work): “Um, I don’t like it when the tag on my pants says Grande”
G’s response: “At least it doesn’t say Grande Supreme”